My Stepfather

Eleven

I don't know how long we stood like that nor when I had managed to fall asleep but when I had woken up it was 3 o'clock in the afternoon. I got up and out of bed, peeled my clothes off and stepped into the shower.

Dressing in a pair of cutoff denim shorts and a black loose tank top, I blow dried my hair straight and headed down the stairs.

I walked into the kitchen and pulled out a cold Mountain Dew from the fridge. The sound of clattering and clanking from outside caught my attention. I walked towards the front door, slipping on some black velvet flats and unscrewing the cap off my drink. Taking a gulp, I headed towards the noise to find my truck propped up and open, it was playing some old rock songs of the late 80's. There were tools laid everywhere and a hot, sweaty mess of a gorgeous man bent over the engine. I leaned against the door frame, enjoying my drink and the view.

The sun was beaming down causing his body to glimmer with slick sweat. His body and white wife beater was smudged with black oil and his muscles and veins were popping out every time he flexed. His head was bobbing along to a Nirvana song and I even heard a hum buzz out of his chest.

He still hadn't noticed my presence but I didn't mind. I finished off the last of my drink and thew it into the open trash can a few meters away. It went in. I smirked and took a step out the door, looking back towards him when I froze. The lid had been closed to my truck and he was now peeling his wife beater off. It was like a clichéd movie moment, where he moved in slow motion and his abs rippled as he pulled his oil smudged wife beater up and over him. He scrunched it up in his hand and wiped it across his face, removing the oil and sweat. I looked away, finding the situation too intense and the shiver of anticipation that ran down my spine was also something I was not familiar with.

Something caught my eye and a wicked thought came to mind. I quickly grabbed hold of the end, pressing the trigger and aimed to where he was standing.

I watched as ice cold water shot out of the hose and drenched him from head to toe. I watched him jump up, like a cat being frightened and look straight at me with shock. He began squirming as I ran the water all over his body and laughed when he had playful anger in his eyes. I began laughing harder as I saw him trying to dodge the water.

I had stopped it for a moment, catching my breath. "Thought you needed to cool off!" I yelled over to him as a wicked grin overtook my face. He shook his head before his face contorted to one of evil. He began heading towards me. My eyes widened and I switched the hose on once again but this time he ignored it and carried on. Before I could process what was happening he began sprinting towards me. I let out a rather girly scream and dropped the hose, running into the house. I ended up in the living room, behind the coffee table.

He had stormed in after me, blocking my only exit- the door way. He was soaked, head to toe, and water was dripping onto the hardwood floor. He walked in slowly, his body hunched like a predator and I, his prey. I walked slowly around the coffee table and he mirrored my move, using the same pace as me.

I stopped.

He stopped.

We both looked at each other, daring one another to make a move. Our eyes squinted. The room completely still.

And then I ran. I ran for dear life and some-f-cking-how he was still faster. He grabbed onto my forearm and yanked me back. My foot slipped on the wet puddle and I came crashing into the wall behind me, him following suite because of his hold.

Our bodies were pressed tight and I could feel the water from his body seep in through my clothes. His face was inches away from mine. I was trapped in the corner with his one arm around my hips and his other against the wall to block my exit. "You really shouldn't have done that." He breathed, slightly panting due to the adrenaline caused by the cold water and our little chase. Water dripped from his hair down my cheek and he brushed it off with his thumb, slowly, his fingers lingering on my skin. I could feel the tightness in my gut and my heart was beating erratically. I turned my head away and watched him lean in towards my ear. "Especially since I was fixing your car for you." He leaned back to look at my face. Crap. I had forgotten that. "I think you should apologize." He said with a smirk on his face.

I scoffed and leaned back against the wall acting casual. "You should know me by now. I don't do apologies."

"I think you should apologize or-"

"Or what?" I asked, raising my eyebrow and cocking my hip.

"Or..." He leaned forward slowly. His eyes squinted and I saw the flickers of gold as his eyes caught the afternoon sun. "...kiss me..." He whispered, his voice trailing off. His face was so close to mine that our noses were touching.

My breath caught in my throat and my eyes traveled down from his eyes to his lips. They were plump, pink and full. I slowly exhaled a shaky breath. I felt as if I was in a trance, my head moved in slowly and so did his. My eyes shut just before our lips met.

The soft push against each other and the heat that shot down me caused me to gasp into the kiss. I had kissed people, yes. But had I ever felt this when kissing? No. Never. The warmth pooling in my abdomen and the sizzling electric-like buzz that flowed through my veins was beyond anything I had felt. I wasn't even sure this feeling was possible but it started a craving in me, a hunger so strong I needed more.

My hands traveled up his wet torso and around his shoulders. My fingers ran through his silky, wet hair. I pulled him closer to me, no air in between us. His arms encased me and crushed me to him. I could hear the blood pumping through my veins and the sounds of our loud breathing. His tongue shot out and licked my lip causing me to whimper and fall weak in his arms. He sucked my lower lip into his mouth and slowly bit onto it as well as giving my hips a squeeze, causing me to moan out loud and grant his entrance. Our tongues danced and swirled to the rhythm of our hearts and it was like shots of ecstasy bubbling inside us.

I caught his tongue in my mouth and grazed my teeth against it causing him to groan. The sound caused me to shiver in pleasure and thrill. Our kiss became more urgent, more rough. It was then that I realized how much I loved it rough -how much I loved this feeling.

I could feel my oxygen supply decreasing and he noticed too. We broke slowly, neither of us wanting to leave each others lips. My lips ached for his the second they left mine and the familiar feeling of coldness encased me. We leaned against the wall, our foreheads leaning on each others. I closed my eyes. And thought about this, the kiss. Images flashed in my head and my erratic heart beat faster at the feeling of him.

But the one person I didn't want, didn't need, invaded my mind. Her abuse, her words, her warnings. One in specific.

To stay away.

My eyes flew open and I pushed him back. He stumbled, shocked at the sudden movement and force. My face contorted to a smirk and a wicked streak flashed within my eyes. With my monotonous tone, I finally replied. "I don't do apologies." And with that. I walked away. My melting heart turning to ice once again. I let my guard down. It was a terrible maneuver.

Behold, I now give you the longest chapter of the book. I know, you're welcome :*